After a few seconds of listening to her, Mordred headed down to order the food. On the way back to the room, he paused to look out one of the windows. It was early evening and the sun was setting. For just a moment, he played with the shadows before returning to the room.

"You won't try anything, because one flick of y wrist, and I can end this lovely women.... now, ,other calls for you again, sh all we go?" Agravain said with a smirk, speaking to close to mythian's ear.

Mythian stared at Mordred, but said nothing as she waited for Mordred to reply.

For a brief moment, Mordred's eyes flickered red as he debated with himself. His shadows, if went unnoticed, were faster than Agravain could ever be with a knife. However, if his brother did see them than there was a chance Mythian would die before Mordred's attack would work. Cursing under his breath, he glared at his brother. "Release her and I'll go with you. If not..." he allowed the ending of his sentence hanging, hoping Mythian would understand what he'd try.

Mordred neither confirmed nor denied his brother's words and simply touched Mythian's hand in reassurance. It was all he could do not to murder Agravain there and then. Forcing himself to focus on Mythian, he whispered, "Go to your father's house after I leave. The ring will mask your presence, at least a little bit."